As far as I can tell you,
Love is like a blow of blue.
A tenderly cloud in the sky,
Or totally dark ocean at night,
Could possibly various you see,
That love creates things.
And evenly agree you would,
That love dirties the white.
I like to sit under a tree,
To read the truth of the sky,
To make friend with those green grass,
And to those birds I would smile.
May I ask you, my benign earth?
Why so tenderly laying you are?
Beneath my back and my both feet,
I feel your warmth and gentle breath,
I feel of lives that you have bred.
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